Standing here in one of the intersactions at Kensington Market, I realized how you had grown up. I felt like I can relate and understand you slighlty little better... The places that you explored as a teenager. The alleys that you trailed through. Those poles where you parked, and locked your bike before grabbing a fruit from the senior vendor with loose grey hair.
Well, nothing matters anymore. My ashes are spread through the suburban land, forming identical cookies across the expressways.
2010/04/16
Well, nothing matters anymore. My ashes are spread through the suburban land, forming identical cookies across the expressways.
2010/04/16
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